Electrifying
John Constantine x fem!reader
Its hard to hide your power from everyone around you, especially when it can hurt them. Especially when the power in question stops you from experiencing things every women wants to! Then comes John Constantine, who seems to find your powers not only compelling but... Exciting.
A/n: hello! This story includes big inspiration from Ellies power from Heroes (the show) and a few scenes from it.
This story includes smut content and fem!reader descriptions (sorry to all the fellas out there). Story is a part of my wattpad collection of oneshots.
Warnings for: shockplay, it's kinky btw very kinky, Johns a little bit of a masochist!
Ever since Y/n found out she has this power she hid it.
Making electricity come out of her skin? Its freaky, not to mention dangerous. She found out when she was six and kept it her little secret.
She remembers the day clearly as if it was Yasterday, playing with the cables from the TV, looking at where they go. Suddenly, when she pressed her finger against the outlet (she was a stupid kid, not very bright), all of the power went out, for the whole block!
Zero damage to her.
Those are her passions, it undervalues a big part of the equation.
It only became clear later when she realized that even when there was a outage she kept her lamp on by hold it tightly.
Soon enough, she started to experiment. Taking apart things, seeing how they work, triggering them in different ways. That's when the wish to be a engineer came, the undying curiosity of how everything works.
Guys.
She isnt a robot! She falls in love, hard.
Sadly, with her first love, she found out that adrenaline causes the power to just... Burst out of her.
Her first kiss went like this: cute guy from another class, they traded cards, notes... Soon enough saliva. Yet when he kissed her for the first time, she burnt his lips. The spark shined and before she knew it, the tingle wasn't only inside her stomach.
It caused her to be paranoid and extremely touch starved. Going years of falling in love but afraid she'll hurt anyone who even attempts to touch her in a way that will make her heart stop? It hurts.
She spent years learning to control it, to hold it back, while also studying physics and math continously so she can achieve her dream.
Then came him.
I can already feel you dozing off, so let's fast-forward a bit aye?
She became a engineer, life went on, she managed to control her powers during her first time, she became successful, makes a lot of money, etc etc...
John Constantine.
First time you were in his flat you could already tell there was something different about him. The weird books he kept around, the whispers that follow him, the reputation she soon enough learned he has...
John Constantine is a funny bloke. Charming. He caught her eye the moment he came to the pub with that dirty old trench coat. When he met her gaze, gave her a smile and approached her?
She was doomed.
John Constantine... Conman, joker, thief... Magus? Who the hell is he?
Didn't take long for him to mess up and come spilling his guts, telling her a little closer about what he does. How dangerous he is, how shes doomed just by knowing him
At first he was confused by how this seemingly normal engineer seems to have some sort of electricity current running trough her body. Then, he realized and all she saw was this stupid, dumb, boyish smirk.
And what did you do, dear reader?
You kissed him. Hard enough for the spark to show up.
And the rest is history.
(^_-)
"Oh ya like that you freak!" she exclaims as he laughs, her fingers tracing over his cheek, sending small light sparks trough his skin.
They're sitting on his couch, tipsy. He managed to get her to drink one too many of his whiskey. The smell of ash lingers in the air, reminding her of just how close she is to him.
"Keep em comin luv, i can handle more than ya think" he teases, his fingers pressing against her waist as if hes playing a instrument.
Her legs are tucked under her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she leans into him. His legs are spread wide, his body sunken in the cushions next to her.
Hes holding a cigarette with his free hand, tapping it a few times, a wide grin on his face despite the small sparks she keeps emitting.
Each small light she emits sticks to his skin, shocking him only a little. Not enough to be painful or scar but enough to make him feel it.
"What? You cant handle it? Too much?" he huffs, gripping her hips and using it to angle her down, pressing her against the couch. Its hard to get comfortable on small space like this, especially when hes moving beetwen her legs.
"Oh yer being cheeky now. That's bad." she giggles, her fingers gliding over the stubble before reaching his lips. He hums, not minding the touch even a little. When she shocks him he let's out a small subtle gasp, biting her finger as payback.
"Aye aye-" Y/N grins, a amused expression on her face. He turns off his cigarette, throwing it in the ashtray before moving to actually face her.
"Cmon, luv, let me feel it." she should maybe be atleast a little concerned by how eager he seems to get shocked, but right now all she can think about is how hes a match made in heaven.
She slowly traces her finger across his features, over his nose, forehead, cheek, jaw... Soon enough she gives him a small chuck on his chin, making him gruff.
His hands move under her shirt, tracing her skin as his eyes close, leaning into her touch as a needing man would.
Oh, you use that. He looks so soft, vulnerable in such a way.
Her fingers move down, tracing the line of his throat, right over his Adams apple. Her breath hitches, mouth going dry as she wonders what next spot would cause him to gasp.
Soon enough, she realizes.
Her grin grows bigger, moving her hand under his shirt to feel his peck. He murmurs something, his brows furrowing before groaning loudly.
She shocks his soft nipple, something that makes his knees buckle. His head quickly finds her neck, his body resting against her.
"Oh Christ luv, yer- ugh..."
You send another, feeling how it becomes hard under the touch. A giggle leaves you at the whimper he makes, his body tensing.
"Ah John" she moans, her hands moving over his skin, sending him shocks. Her eyes close tightly, trying to control herself, her power. Oh god she needs it.
It becomes fun.
She can actually express her excitement the way her body has always begged to, letting the spark flow, allowing him to feel just how it feels when he touches her.
The electricity constantly flows trough you, making your hands shake in the most vulnerable moments. Being overwhelmed by the sensation from years of bottling it up.
Now?
She has the chance to let herself be.
Then she stops.
Her finger moves to his belly button, sending a small shock there which makes him flinch and yelp, taking in a deep and sharp breath, pushing his hard on against her.
"Oh god, oh god-" she giggles, her fingers moving under his pants. She feels how he tenses, knowing what's coming.
You can feel him grow harder.
"... Luv?" she whispers, glancing at him trough her blurry eyes "ya alright? We dont... If ts too much I'll stop. We can continue normally.".
He sighs when he feels her pull back, breathing heavily at the thought of her shocking him in such a intimate place. The idea...
"Monocle" he mutters, glancing up at her "safeword. Monocle.".
Sweat trickles down his skin, his eyes narrowed, his face still burried in her neck. His fingers squeeze her sides, giving her permission and support to continue.
She nods, knowing she has to he extremely careful now.
"Okay. Okay, ill take care of you properly. Dont worry." she whispers, pressing a kiss against his head before her hand moves back under his pants.
She keeps a even pace with uneven shocks, giving him small surprises now and then. His fingers grip her skin so tightly that shes sure it'll bruise, forcing her to gasp.
"Ghm..." he groans, a heavy breath leaving him as she begins to touch him. Its a certain kind of sensetion and excitement that grows in her chest, her eyes rolling back a little.
She grits her jaw, slowly and gently, shocking him. A small little spark.
"Oh bloody fuck-"
He bucks his hips right into her hand, moaning. That makes her yowl a little, gripping him, moving her hand.
You can feel him throb right under her hand, pulsating, needing.
Hes so close.
She squeezes him tightly and gives him a gentle shock right as he cums.
"Ya close luv? Yer doing so good... So good my little freak. You can do it. You can. I believe- i believe in you. Cmon, cmon-" she swallows, her eyes closing tightly as she feels him move, panting on top of her.
"Oh bloody hell, aw fuck, keep it- keep doing that- aw shit-" she hears him whimper, feeling just the moment when he staggers.
"Holy fuck mother of god, bloody shit hell bastard" he curses like a sailor, dropping onto her, finishing right on her hand, right in his boxers, right in his pants making a stain.
"Oh you did good" you immediately say, holding him tight, breathing as heavily as him "you did so good. Oh god... Oh John...".
You feel electrified.
Maybe you didn't come, maybe there was no release on your side, but being able to let the deep locked ball of energy leave your chest is as good.
"Mhm..." she feels him mumble, pressing a kiss against her neck, chuckling lowly.
"Time for round two.".
Shes ready to gently soothe him into a laying position, to clean him.
Yet before you can do anything he grips your thighs and pulls them against his sides, sitting up with a hair wet from sweat.
